I knew I had always been in love with just only you.
I knew I had always fatefully found and loved you too.
I knew I had always wanted to be with you, my dearest boo.
You first appeared in dreams seemingly of my own making.
You first appeared at a dinner, knew nobody can look finer.
You first appeared to me in my own life so fatefully.
At last, the day has come, my love
When we're together, hand in glove
Final moments, forever we'll treasure
Finding each other, a fate we can measure
Feeling fulfilled, with fondness we'll flourish
Fate brought us near, forever to nourish
Fatefully finding each other, forever we'll be
Finding forever in each other, for eternity
Finally, we're here, in each other's embrace
Forever our love, time cannot erase
Fulfillment found, forever we'll stay
Finally, together, forever and a day.
I run on a super busy beach,
high up the summer Sun misbehaves;
By and by pause to build sand castles,
nearby is ice cream but I smell waves;
Carefree I just play through every hour,
Aye!! Seaweed stuck all over my skin;
Fatefully fall asleep with a pail;
Sea daze leaves a blistered burn again.
FRICATIVE FIASCO
Fun filled fatal foul-ups
Finally feeling fairly faint
Fear fully fanning flames
Fatefully finding fault
Further furious faces
Faces fuming in fiery fits
Fire follows, finishing fast
Flirty, fine fabulous fellows
Featuring fuller fit figures
Feeding flights of fancy
Five footloose funded fools
Fighting for future fame
White skin wins in White Territory
With its ever celebrated White History;
The West wielding its Western Mandamus,
Not bothered that I’m no ignoramus.
White skin flourishes in the White World,
Where it sits like a Final Word:
Judges with their Stylish Neutrality
Their whistle blasting a Fair Partiality.
White Skin remains epidermal Snow,
Scarcely telling skin rashes “No”
Freely awarding each publicity
and for this promoting losing docility.
Indisputably lighter in color
But – Alas _ easily gets duller,
As the wearer fatefully gets older
Or the sun rays, its determined folder…
So is white skin finer than black?
Former and latter to not walk a track?
In Openness does black slack
But the White’s Openness wires it a whack!
Let affinities naturally be, ?
For loving others as they are, is the key.
Let romances fatefully occur,
For with meaning, fondness is sure.
Descriptive voices get louder
While likening dust to powder,
Evangelizing ones in a sermon.
Proclaiming it ‘A summon’
The prettily molded man is dust
To all early and late –arriving corpses, a must,
Worse dust, the one obsessed with lust.
Metal too, correctly, is dust,
As fatefully it goes ahead to rust
Assembling some kind of crust,
Sometimes into eyes blown by a gust
And not seldom penetrating concealed bust.
A rather competing dust
Of as worthy trust
Is silt
Which leaves join when they wilt
And trees after they have begun to tilt.
Dust- A most mischievous thing:
For its flights into eyes without a wing;
In the ears not too good a ring
And for hurting of our indulgent king.
It seems bloody retching but fatefully true
When somebody fetching is fatal for you
You flee from the danger but fractured you find
That pretty young stranger has captured your mind
Submitted to the Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
From "Thru Maritime Miles"
Sponsored by Gregory R. Barden
September 29, 2020
Moonlit Rays Bounce On Jasmine Scented Hair
She first came to me in the setting sun
her long searching soul wondrously agape
that June night dancing having youthful fun
in her arms, I begged for no escape.
Moonlit rays bounce on jasmine scented hair
as earth, time itself stood silently still
none matched or could her bluest eyes compare
for beauty's truth and grace of that night's thrill.
Days glory resplendent, hours were treasure
morns set each soft and deep romantic kiss
her heavenly touch was beyond measure
we sought heart's every moment not to miss.
She coming to me with the setting sun
I would again race to in a mad run.
Robert J. Lindley, Aug 3rd, 1979
edited and presented 6-27-2020
Sonnet, ( Romantic fervor and sensual delights )
( Where In Youth A Great Treasure Was Once Found )
Note:
From a memory thus was born
feast of love and youthful kissing
she from my arms fatefully torn
heart shall forever be missing....
My Dearest Passion,
It is in the rich aromas of red
swirling the recesses of this mind
timeless, with hints of berry
lingering upon my tongue
a tongue that longs to taste
a different type of fruit
spun with delicate balance
energetic but unhurried
rich and full of zeal
hidden
amongst eyes,
daunting and fierce
procuring the night
illuminating stars,
holding my gaze
so effortlessly
I melt
every time your bangs
brush my bough
resuscitating the recluse of my heart
ramble with me
thru chapters laid ahead
ignite the ink, we blend
we bleed
on roads unkown
writing happiness til
existence fatefully end
The muse time travelers fatefully freewill say,
this love of ours was written long ago in the stars
But presently, my earthling feelings
is Venus empty
Got no romantic future happening ...
on another orbital losing spin
Just a tinfoil head man
listening to the upper UV wave band
Alpha Centauri hoping for a constellation prize
Then out of the delta quadrant,
I heard a string of “pings”
A supernova force, binary stellar voice —
Projecting a holographic image of a robot face,
it was mechanically screaming wildly at me:
Danger, Will Robinson!
Your heart is gonna get lost in her space,
and there ain’t no outer limit to this pulsar pleasure place
The cosmic choice given
was a “Love Theory of Relativity”
Grab hold of the quantum bond
and let the cold fusion burn nebular deep
That’s how it time continuum is
when you meet the Orion woman of your galactic dreams
Constellation prize instantly arrives
on a solar wind flight “faster-than-light” transporter beam
Danger ... passion overload, Will Robinson!
Your heart is gonna blow pure crystal dilithium,
and there ain't a single symbiotic soul to repair the hole
Sacred and profane love by Titian - 1514
Love divine
How it burns when it falls from the sky -
how it hurts when the water is done.
How it rains with the words half-denied,
When the world looks for fabulous suns.
How it aches when the feeling's away
from the roads that are fast and are clean.
How it roars when the lights are insane,
how they fatefully touch our skin.
How I pray for this love not to fade,
How I look for your eyes in the woods,
How we crave for emotional shade,
In each other we find our roots.
Profane love
When the touch dumbs us down -
when the shadows arise,
When in passion we drown,
when there's evil disguised.
When your kiss, black as night,
slowly turns on my key,
when your arms, full of might,
burn my fragility,
When we're fruitful and hot,
when we're lost in our dreams,
When we're tied with love's knots,
So profane we might seem.
06.05.2016
(c) Maryna Tchianova, Ukraine
FEARFULLY I AM DIZZY As I stand up to the honey badger--
Sprinkling fluorescent muted dots of racing shadows,
Fatefully anxieties hypocrisies dilemmas,
As vertigo swirls away constants fathoms.
"I stand up to the honey badger"
“I fear not the bee stings but run from the honey the badger brings”
---James Edward Lee Sr.
1/19/19
I hear the raindrops plop like the sound of a slot unlocked.
I fear the passing dusking as the days of the year leave.
Time is going by so slowly, so surely.
Time is flying by so quickly, so uncertainly.
I feel down as I let out a frown, hoping he cometh home soon.
I lay on the bed as if I am dead, believing His cure shall be a boon.
Time is flowing on, even as my time is almost gone.
Time is going by so fatefully, so mysteriously.
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